A/N: They still live in Seattle, by the way, but this is several weeks after the previous story.
Sunday night, Howlett household
Rogue practically kicked open the front door that night. She stomped towards the stairs and was halfway up before Wade and Logan came to the base of the stairs
"So how was the…date?" Wade said the last word like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
Rogue halted her march and abruptly turned on the stairs.
"How was it? I tell you how it was! That slimy, little jerk dumped me!" she yelled.
Wade's brown eyes widened.
"No!" he gasped with more glee than horror to his voice. "Really?" he asked hopefully.
"Are you all right?" Logan asked.
"No, I'm not all right! I'm pissed. You know, he dumped me for Rachael, this chick he was dating before me, but she dumped him and started going out with Malcolm, but Malcolm broke up with her and now he's going out with Liz and Rachael decided she wanted Tracy back so there ya go and boys are stupid and I hate them!" she then turned back around, stomped up the remaining stairs and the men heard her door slam shut. A moment later, rock music blared from her room.
Wade had a mad grin on his face as he slowly turned to look at Logan who had a feral grin of his own.
"Suit up," Logan told him and stalked away.
"Oh, yay!" Wade skipped off joyously to do so.
Monday morning
"Rogue, get up," Logan told his daughter, shaking her slightly.
"I ain't goin' to school," she grumbled and scooted away from him. The top of her head just barely showed from out of the cocoon she'd made out of her blankets
"Yeah, well, you're the kid, I'm the parent; you're goin'," he said, still leaning over the bed.
"Please? It won't matter if I miss one day."
"Up, darlin'," he tugged on the blanket cocoon revealing her face and exposing her eyes to the light.
She blinked wearily as she rolled onto her back to look at her father.
"You play hookie from work," she continued to argue.
"When you get grown, you can play all the hookie you want. Right now, kid, you're goin' to school and we're done arguin' it."
"I wasn't arguin', I was making a case," she sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "That's not such a good idea when the judge is the jury and prosecution."
Logan grunted as the stood up and walked to the door.
"You got thirty minutes or I'm lettin' Wade drive you," he told her over his shoulder as he shut the door. He smirked when he heard her quickly get out of the bed and practically fly to her closet.
Thirty minutes later…
Rogue met Wade in the kitchen on her way out the door with her bag slung over her shoulder.
"What's for breakfast?" she asked, not bothering with pleasantries.
Wade turned around from the counter wearing a yellow apron with black lettering that read 'Your mom thinks I'm special' and held out a plate with Pop Tarts on it.
"Naturally and artificially flavored to taste likes smores. Just what every growing girl needs in the morning!" he grinned like he was trying to sell them to her from a commercial ad.
"You didn't try to 'fix' them this time, right?" she asked as she poked one of them catiously.
"No, of course not," he scooted over to the left so that his body was completely in front of the trash can that was mostly filled with food stuff he'd 'fixed'. Usually, he'd still eat whatever he did to food anyway and let the healing factor sort it out. That last batch of whatever he did (it certainly wasn't cooking), yeah, he just wasn't in the mood to have his stomach pumped.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. What kind of idiot do you take me for? Don't' answer that," he frowned at her when she'd opened her mouth to speak.
Rogue gave him an innocent look and took the plate from him, said a prayer, and took a small, careful bite. Every thing tasted normal so she took a bigger one.
"So you feel better since last night?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
Wade propped his elbow up on the counter and cupped his chin with his hand.
"You really liked the little puke, didn't you?"
"I guess," she shrugged.
"He was a jerk. I mean, yeah, he pretended to be polite and stuff but beneath all that, he's a warped little creep-face dog who just doesn't deserve you and is too stupid to see what he let go."
Rogue grinned broadly up at her uncle.
"For once," Logan said from where he was leaning on the door, "I actually agree with you, Wade. He's right, Stripes. You can do better."
"Yeah, and one day, when he's all alone, you can totally rub it in his face just what he passed up on. I mean, look at this face! She's just such an adorable little baby!"
"I'm not a baby, Wade."
"In comparison, you are. Wait…did you just agree with me?" Wade turned squinty eyes at Logan who rolled his eyes.
"Let's get goin', Stripes."
"'Kay," she shoved the last of the pastry in her mouth and gulped down some of the milk Wade left for her.
"Since you're in such an agreeable mood, Jimmy, can I have a ferret?"
"What's a ferret?" Rogue asked.
"It's kinda like a weasel."
"No, you can't have a ferret," Logan told him as he went out the side door leading to the garage.
Monday afternoon
Rogue waved good-bye to her friend, Michelle, who'd dropped her off as she opened the front door of her house.
"I'm home!" she called out.
"In the man cave!" Wade yelled from the den.
Rogue chuckled and shook her head at his silliness. She left her book bag at the base of the stairs as she walked past headed for the den. Her uncle and father were in their respective chairs watching a World War II documentary on the huge screen.
Logan grunted in acknowledgment of her presence.
"'Sup, Sunshine! How was school?" Wade grinned widely, not taking his eyes off of the TV.
"Interesting, to say the least," she walked in front of the TV and put her hands on her hips. "Crazy, really. Wanna know what happened?"
"Do tell."
"No one's real sure of the details, but it would seem that Tracy was abducted from his home. They, because he says it was two of them, gagged him and threw him in the back of his car. When my gym class started, we found him hogtied from the ceiling in the girls' locker room with a sign that said 'Don't feed the dog' hanging around his neck and wearing nothing but his socks and Spongebob boxers."
"Really," Logan said with a grin of his own.
"Yup," Rogue said, looking at both of them carefully. They avoided looking her directly in the eye
"That's just awful," Wade snickered.
"So very," Logan agreed.
Then they made a mistake. They looked at each other, and it completely fell apart.
Wade snorted with laughter and Logan bowed his head into his hands as he chuckled.
"Oh my…You're both terrible! He's gonna be traumatized," Rogue's scolding didn't really work too well because she was struggling to hold back her own laughter.
"You shoulda, ha, seen the look on his face," Wade gasped out. "Oh, I thought he was gonna piss himself!"
"He did," Logan told him.
Rogue slowly shook her head as she looked between the two men in her life. They'd just recently messed up one boy for the rest of his life and they were laughing about it like it was the funniest thing in the world. And they'd done it for her.
She walked over to Wade first, put her gloved hand over his cheek and kissed it, then did the same to Logan.
"You guys are awesome."
A/N2: This isn't apart of the poll, but the idea hit me and didn't want to leave. Does anyone want the play by play from Logan and Wade's point of view of how the abduction went down? This is just somethin' I wrote up real quick.
Anyone get the Weasel reference?
My sister and I almost got a ferret. We got a gerbil instead. He knew how to escape from his cage and we came home twice and he'd broken out and was stealing stuffing from out of Mom's couch. Man, she hated him.
Reviews are always welcome.
Lord Shade, I'm still narrowing down ideas for your 'suggestion', but there a lot of different ways to do it, y'know?
